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Friday, May 7, 2021

Arctic Blubber

Captain's log -- November 13, 1824.  Me and my men chart a new course deep into the dark waters up north in search of arctic blubber.  Yea, just one leviathan possesses enough blubber to light all the lamps of London for a year.  Subsisted on salted cod and spinach for 3 months, we have.  But the good Lord has been merciful so far and not one has perished.  Tomorrow will we catch our fish?

Postscript:  Captain T.R. Price sunk with his men and his ship the next day, and his diary is all that remains.